Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.